Me, Myself, & High

My breathing above average, with a little manliness to it.. And yours full-stage-frozen. 

Never knowing that lies could encase me like rhino-liner, I let yours. It's hard, to talk about

two people, when they're part of a 

whole. The universe held it's weighty sighs betwixt your thighs and it's expectations to my

jugular. What could be the meaning of a meaningless enterprise; life. My knees shaking a bit,

and your eyebrows like a Maury show 

whore. Humanity sure has a lot to pay for. When you get guys going to a head shop for

more than a smoke; that's when you pull out Mr. Benjamin. My hands so placid they're

politically correct, and your legs so crossed you're 

lesbian. The universal language is hate. And you needn't go far to discover it; look there's

yourself. Put the handgun away sir, you don't need it to rob the mind of this child. Just

smile. My eyes already open, and your ears are 

ringing. Green for jealousy; for must; for life; for lust; green for the world and everything in

it; green for you and I. Like a bomb hidden in a pipe, there isn't love without sacrifice. My

jaw is slack, and you're soundly 

lacking. Pressure is human existence; it's what keeps me here without you, and you with

me. Maybe.. Maybe, the whole world was "born this way". Maybe the whole world should

teach its children not to wander inside of themselves and hide. Instead of getting 

high.